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I keep tellin' my bitch don't cry Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em, "Don't die" Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times Knew I had a hard time bein' broke Okay, I don't have a hard time sayin' no It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong I can't lay up and beat yo face, I gotta beat the road I be chillin', I can pop it Half-a-million-dollar watches Call it what you want, I'm rich and still would tell you I ain't got it, nigga I come from watchin' pops in the kitchen tryna lock a nigga I wouldn't get on side of this whip, we ride with choppers, nigga Jet to the island, tell my bitch, "Bring a friend or two" She gon' dance for a thousand, I'm tryna see what ten would do We don't speak on these niggas, you lil' ass boys invisible Them new Glocks ain't stoppin' shit, bro still gon' put that switch to use How is a problem if I leave when I come back with all this pape? I'm a boss, I got employees, I can dock a nigga pay Seem like more money you make, more niggas wanna see that grave We in LA with them states, don't think you finna get no fade, nigga I keep tellin' my bitch don't cry Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie Letras de cancionesMy opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em, "Don't die" Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times Knew I had a hard time bein' broke Okay, I don't have a hard time sayin' no It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong They say the streets don't love no one, ain't hear nothin' 'bout what the road say By the time I come home, bae, I'll be 44, I will I just wrote my will, the Lord knows this life get real, I say Dummy, don't poke fun, you get a bond, you comin' here Feel my time be comin' near Put insurance on all my jewels, but if he reach, he still kill He flipped the truck and made the news I thank the Lord I'm still here Thank the Lord I'm still Thank the Lord I'm still him Bitch, I went broke so many times, that's why the trenches feel him I keep tellin' my bitch don't cry Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em, "Don't die" Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times Knew I had a hard time bein' broke From Letras Mania